Her Beguiling Bride by Paisley Smith Read Free Book Online Page B

close her hands over Belle’s wrists and push them upward toward the spindles of the headboard. Instinctively Belle’s fingers curled around the smooth wooden rungs.
    Alice wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Hold on, sweetheart. And don’t let go.”
    Belle’s heart began to drum so hard she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. She clutched the spindles as Alice embarked on a slow, thorough trek down her torso. Wet kisses peppered Belle’s collarbone. Each breast received attention. Deep, sucking kisses plumped her nipples, leaving her tingling and shaking.
    Alice’s gaze found hers as she slid lower still to trace Belle’s navel with the tip of her tongue. Belle’s hips rolled in reaction. She bit her bottom lip and forced herself to keep her eyes open.
    Alice was on her knees, her head lowered as she nuzzled and kissed and nipped lightly. Her back dipped before sloping upward to create the most beautiful, feminine angles. Ivory skin gleamed in the lamplight when Alice shifted to move even lower.
    Belle’s breathing hitched, and she opened her thighs a fraction wider. Alice chanced one more glance before her face disappeared into the dark curls concealing Belle’s sex.
    Expelling the breath, Belle gripped the headboard. Her muscles tensed, and her spine arched off the bed. “Sweet Lord,” she muttered as a warm tongue eased through her folds, seeking, tasting— oh there. Yes.
    Everything grew hazy, and Belle struggled to keep her world in focus. Alice’s tongue penetrated her opening and flicked mercilessly. Belle whimpered. Her nails clawed at the wooden spindles. Just when she thought release hovered near, Alice pressed a chaste kiss to Belle’s clit and lifted her head.
    “Please,” Belle ground out through clenched teeth.
    One hand loosened, and Alice smacked Belle’s bottom. “I told you not to let go.”
    “Please, Alice. Please…”
    But Alice only grinned as she straddled Belle’s hips and walked up the bed on her knees. “I’m going to ride your pretty mouth.” Alice snatched a handful of Belle’s hair and tugged her head until Belle’s mouth came in contact with the softness between her lover’s legs.
    At once, Belle sucked at the juicy slit, the ripe clitoris, Alice’s thigh. One taste had set her aflame, and although her own pleasure had been temporarily denied, Belle was content to partake of her lover’s lush sex. Alice sank even lower, grinding her flesh against Belle’s lips, tongue, and teeth. Belle could scarcely breathe, but she drank in the clean scent and sweet taste of her lover’s cunny.
    Her hands ached to let go, to smooth over Alice’s thighs and hips, but Belle did as she’d been bidden. Alice clutched the headboard too and used it as leverage to rock furiously against Belle’s mouth. It was too much. Too hard. But something took hold of Belle, and she licked her lover with impatient strokes.
    Alice’s thighs quivered. Her breathing grew ragged, harsh. “God, love. God…”
    She couldn’t stand it any longer. Belle let go and seized Alice’s hips, holding her impossibly closer as she devoured her cunny until Alice trembled. The muscles in her thighs and buttocks jerked. A gush of nectar spilled onto Belle’s tongue, and when Alice’s muscles relaxed, Belle continued to lovingly lave the swollen bud between her lips.
    Finally Alice lifted herself off only to stretch out over Belle’s body and capture her mouth. Belle opened her lips, letting Alice taste the sweetness of her own cunny.
    They kissed for what seemed like hours, exploring each other’s mouths and sucking at one another’s lips. Alice lifted her head and skimmed her hand down Belle’s body and she gazed into her eyes.
    Belle’s heart skipped a beat as Alice’s finger pushed inside her passage. Love and physical lust mingled into a perfect blend that left Belle without a doubt she’d love this woman for the rest of her life.
    Every inch of the finger awakened already